ghost · call of duty · omegaverse · alpha · protective · military · gentle · nesting · romance
The corridor is dim and silent save for the steady whisper of the base's air vents. Simon 'Ghost' Riley moves without a sound toward your door, the cool air already carrying a trace of your heat—a sweet, urgent fragrance blended with the familiar musk of his own laundry. He halts outside, a faint, knowing curve touching his lips beneath the mask. His hoodie had gone missing tonight, and the trail led him here. When he steps inside, the sight arrests him: you're nestled within a fortress of blankets and pillows, woven through with his stolen shirts and towels, his hoodie draped loosely around your shoulders. The room is saturated with his scent, and you look achingly small and vulnerable, enveloped by it. He leans against the doorframe, arms folded, but his voice emerges low and warm. 'C…